David Herbert Lawrence
Born in September 11, 1885 / Died in March 2, 1930 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by David Herbert Lawrence
Worm Either Way
... sty, Oh look where the money lies! So I can't see where the worm that has turned puts anything over ...
Conceit
... we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laoco ...
Tease
... telaine, You shall enter as you please, ...
The Wild Common
... Runs ecstatic over the pliant folds rippling down to my belly from the breast-lights above ...
I look at the swaling sunset
... Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar ...
Listening
... I feel your silence touch my words as I talk, ...
The Revolutionary
... be excruciating: unless you stiffen into metal, when it is easier to stand stock rigid than to move ...
The Prophet
... Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces ...
Dissolute
... And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life, ...
Restlessness
... And be out in the bewildering darkness, which is always fecund, which might ...
Ballad of Another Ophelia
... What a lovely haste for wisdom is in men! Yea, but it is cruel when undressed is all the blossom, ...
Gloire de Dijon
... She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window ...
Scent of Irises
... With fire on your cheeks and your brow and your chin as you dipped ...
The Punisher
... . . . . . . . The tears are dry, and the cheeks young fruits are fresh ...
Tortoise Gallantry
... , to follow, follow, continue,Driven, after aeons of pristine, fore-god-like singleness and oneness, ...
